Jazz took weeks, months even to fool him around, she can wait another couple of minutes.
He looked up at her, laying on her back, with arms over her head, her breasts so firm they still stuck up with hard n*****s on top. Jazz's legs were spread out shamelessly and only a thin layer of lace covered what, he knew already, was a perfect p***y.
It was a beautiful sight and James, sensitive to beauty as every artist, appreciated it fully.
Jasmine shifted slightly and opened her eyes. She looked at him, raising her eyebrows.
"Just admiring the beautiful view," he smiled and still looking in her eyes, pushed his finger deep inside her p***y bypassing her small panties.
She groaned and pushed her hips to meet him, her head rolling back. He added another finger and stretched her wider, she was
